Observe

Observe

Observe

In the mild winters cold on a Saturday evening
as I was taking a walk enjoying the deepening shadows,
in the distance I saw deer grazing,
they looked to be three generations,
mama, elder daughter
and the younger born a year after the first.

They watched me and I thought they would run,
well they did at first,
running,
the whites of their tails held high
as if there was a huge herd waiting to follow them.

They soon stopped and looked back
and I stood still and observed them quietly
which seemed to make them nervous,
so I again began to walk slowly.

As I continued they proceeded in my direction,
slowly moving to some kind of convergence if it continued,
so not wanting to scare them I simply stopped again
to observe.

Sleek is the only word to use for these beautiful animals,
their long beautiful limbs,
elegant necks,
and in their gliding graceful movements
they are almost swan like in their beauty
yet they are niether fragile nor petite,
powerful yes
and dangerous if need be.

As I stopped they also halted and observed me,
the younger approaching a wee closer,
stopping,
and then backing up again.

Then in unison as if one,
they lowered their long necks
and began to feed
as if I was no longer a concern;
perhaps I did not look hungry.

I watched them for awhile
and slowly made my way,
I was at peace
and they seemed to be as well.

It felt good not to be perceived a threat
this one time.